It's been long, everyone.

Came across this article on Thoughcatalogue and i thought it was very meaningful. Every time i go through a trough in my relationship, i have to remind myself that love does not guarantee 24/7, a whole year round of happiness. There entails immense pain, gritting teeth, explosive hair exasperation and of course bursting euphoria.

So, read on.

(:

What People Won’t Tell You About Love

SEP. 21, 2012

By RYAN O'CONNELL

People won’t tell you that loving someone often feels like a full-time job. It doesn’t always come easy or natural. It’s like a skill that needs to be perfected over time.

Am I loving you, right? Let me know if I need to do better. I want to do better.

There are good lovers and bad lovers. There are people who were born to love and others who need practice. You might be the latter. You might get fired from your job a few times before you land somewhere that makes sense.

People won’t tell you that love is about establishing a rhythm with someone. It feels like a choreographed dance. You have to take the right steps. Otherwise, you’re going to fall flat on your face.

People won’t tell you that love can feel too intense. Like it’s going to break your body in half and cause your heart to bleed out. These moments, while amazing, can leave you scared. They can leave you shaken and feeling extra cautious. Do you want to love someone so much? Is it good for you? Should you retreat?

People won’t tell you how close love exists to hate. They’re kissing cousins. They’re next door neighbors. They’re one eye roll, one undercooked dish, one mess away from each other. Keep the hate at bay and make sure it doesn’t crawl in your bed at night. It has a habit of doing that. It has a habit of not giving you a choice.

People won’t tell you love that can turn you into someone you don’t want to be. An asshole. Needy. Insecure. It takes a flashlight to your wounds and rips at them. Better cover up real good because when it’s over, everything will be out in the open. Every flaw, every mistake, every moment of anger. It’ll all be there.

People won’t tell you that love can be a bastard. It can smack you across the face. It can leave you for dead. You’ll deny that it’s hurting you. You’ll cover up the bruises because you don’t want it to ever be taken away from you.

People won’t tell you that you actually need love. Sure, you can survive without it. You can drown yourself in self-love. You can take cooking classes, distract yourself from the absence of another person’s touch, try knitting, masturbate excessively. But it won’t cure it. It won’t get rid of the fact that you need someone else in your bed, someone that makes sense and treats you with kindness. How can you not need this? How can you not crave it every single day you wake up alone?

Wait. Don’t answer that. It’s not polite. In fact, we can’t talk about this at all anymore. These are the things about love that we just can’t discuss.

Carry on.

Wind and Window Flower

Wind and Window Flower

LOVERS, forget your love,

And list to the love of these,

She a window flower,

And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil

Was melted down at noon,

And the cagèd yellow bird

Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,

He could not help but mark,

And only passed her by,

To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,

Concerned with ice and snow,

Dead weeds and unmated birds,

And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,

He gave the sash a shake,

As witness all within

Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed

To win her for the flight

From the firelit looking-glass

And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside

And thought of naught to say,

And morning found the breeze

A hundred miles away.

- Robert Frost

Oh, i love flowers. They are so pretty and i'm quite conditioned with regard to seeing a flower. According to the S-R link, the S(timulus) would of course be the (sun)flower and the R(esponse) would be a bright bright smile. Though i still have no idea what to do with the flowers when they wilt (since i think it's quite pointless to keep the wilted ones, but i also can't bear to throw them away anyway), i love receiving them. I don't really need a huge bouquet, usually just a single stalk would do. Flowers are not cheap anyway, at least not sunflowers.

Sometimes when i day dream, i would think of how i would want my wedding photos to be like. I would love to take them in flower fields, like Thailand/ Taiwan's sunflower field or Holland's or Hokkaido's. I can imagine it to be a hell of an effort but i don't care, i'm going to insist on it haha. And my husband must not chide me about it. He can complain, but only for awhile. Willful wife, i know. THEN. I'll have a pot of gerbera/ sunflower on each of my wedding table :D

Is it just me or girls in general?

Crazyworld Cafe

I've been visiting a number of new cafes these days and trying out new food with a friend.

The best finds are always the inconspicuous ones, those hidden away in a corner of a secluded street. The rest are too overrated, or maybe, just not to my liking.

Visited Crazyworld Cafe (at 24 Temple Street) today and i think everyone should give them a try. They sport a stage for occasional live performances, plays chinese songs (which has this element of comfort to it), supports local talents by putting their products on sale and the bosses clear up corners in the shop to display information on how we can get involved in the local literary and arts scene. I really love this place a lot. The feeling this place gives, is not the homely vibe that Food For Thought exudes, but it has a very creative air to it. It is a very rich place because it houses a lot of potential.

They serve good food too in very big portions. Very delightful :D I was a little disappointed though, that i couldn't try their Bailey's Cheesecake today (because they ran out of it), so i'll pay them a visit again soon just for that (:

What's keeping you from visiting them?